Seduction: The Story of M (7 page)

“Yes
, Sir,” I whispered and he was right, it would have been much easier.

He stroked a little faster as he watched me lean over, taking a grape from the bowl. My hair spilled around my shoulders, some o
f it went into my eyes a little as I sat back facing him. He looked directly at my face as I chewed the grape, slowly at first and then more quickly as I watched him pleasure himself. I felt very uncomfortable being forced to watch him while trying to eat. I leaned down for another piece and then back up.

“Look at my face
,” he ordered as I chewed.

My eyes took to his face, and he stared into mine making me feel even more uncomfortable. I felt tears brimming as I lowered myself to the bowl again. His hand was moving faster and in a steady rhythm. My chest was heaving as I fought back the tears, chewing.
 

He moaned. “I wanted to fuck you quite badly in the bath my dear, but that would have defeated the purpose
,” he grunted out.

I went to the bowl again and he stood up as I brought myself back up, blocking me from leaning down again. He stroked fast now, his cock almost close enough to touch my lips. I could feel the heat of his sex against my lips as I chewed. He put his hand in my hair and pulled my head back so that he could see my face.

“Open your mouth, precious, and hold it open.” He squeezed his hand tightly in my hair as he groaned lustfully, shooting his come into my mouth. He squeezed the tip after the last rope of cum landed on the back of my tongue. “Swallow it,” he growled.

My shoulders were shaking as I closed my lips swallowing his bitter salty come, tears rolling from the corners of my eyes. He pressed the engorged head of his cock to my lips and smeared the remaining pearly white drop into my
lips as I sobbed, trying to turn my head.

He let go of my hair, stepped back and pulled his pants back up before sitting back down in the chair. He drank the rest of the glass of juice and then looked at me, my head hung and tears running down my cheeks.

“Why are you crying, my dear?  And look at me when you answer.”

I looked up into his eyes, unable to hide my shame and embarrassment over what had just happened. My bottom lip quivered as I spoke. “That was very humiliating
, Sir,” I said, my voice sounding tight.

“What I saw was very beautiful
, my dear, perhaps it was only humiliating because that is the way you chose to perceive it.” He picked up the glass of milk and pressed it to my lips. I drank eagerly wishing to wash the taste from my mouth. He dabbed my mouth with a cloth napkin, and then offered me a grape from his fingers, which I willingly leaned forward and took.

“Come
… I wish to hold you for a moment.” He opened his arms across his thighs. I inched my way on my knees until my body was between his thighs. He engulfed me with his arms, pulling my head to his chest.

“There is much I know you do not understand yet
, my dear. I wish I could explain it to you more clearly, but some things can only be taught through action and deed. You must allow your mind to give into your body. I know you felt arousal in the bathroom or you would not have excited me the way it did. You’re body enjoyed my touch, did it not?” He was stroking my hair softly, pulling it all neatly onto my back, and I nodded my head. “Do you feel any differently about me since I abducted you in the alley?” his voice was soft and warm again.

“Yes
, Sir,” I said softly, my head against his ribcage.

“Describe to me as best you can what you feel is different.”

“I was terrified on that table…being locked in that room…I was scared being brought here, and angry at your torture. You have kept to your word thus far and you have not physically harmed me. You have been kind and cruel to me both at the same time, waging a war inside of me and weakening my mind.” My voice was a bit muffled as I spoke softly into his chest.

“No
, Princess, not weakening your mind. Quite the opposite I assure you. You must let go of your misconceptions and let your mind match what your body feels. Your mind tells you that what I have done to you thus far is wrong. I don’t look at it that way though. I look at it as I have robbed you of a few precious days of your life only to show you another side to life. To teach you things, wonderful things about yourself and your body that I know you have never experienced before. I can’t tell you what a joy it is to watch and experience a woman’s discovery of her true self, when she gives in to what most would call
forbidden
desires. It was difficult for you to give in to your own pleasure last night. Your body wept for my attention but your mind was so very reluctant to give in was it not?” His hands trailed down my back.

“Yes
, Sir,” I nudged my shoulder into him slightly, trying to make my knees more comfortable.

“You are still confused by the way I can control your body and force it to react the way I want it to despite the efforts of your mind to refuse it, this is the struggle you must let go of so that you may feel the freedom of that which you were always meant to enjoy.

“Watching me enjoy you while you ate should not have been humiliating but rather a joy to you, my Precious. Your body, your beauty, the soft sensual side that I know is in you, the way you look when you move… it is all a very exquisite delight to me.

“
Woman was created as a compliment to the man, as the weaker vessel with the command to love her as he loves his own body. Therefore, you see, if you look at it that way, the man was given control over the woman right from the start. Society has marred that image immensely and so few women get to feel and learn what I intend to teach you.”

He leaned forward moving my head into his lap while he leaned down, over my back and removed the cuffs.

“You will never know a more beautiful world once you have given up all control and just allow yourself to be that which you were meant to be.” His fingers crawled up my back and he rubbed my shoulders deeply.

The medication was softening my senses.

“It’s a lot to fathom in so short a time, my dear, you are actually doing very well whether you realize it or not.” He was petting my hair and I felt his cock stir beneath my cheek.  

I was doing very well at what, being transformed into a slave princess?
He softly stroked my exposed cheek before nudging my head up off his lap.

“Sit back
, my dear, hands behind your head and eyes down,” he said softly. He got up and went over to the sofa. He knelt down and fumbled with the chain attached somewhere beneath it. He gathered up the chain in his hand he took up the excess and then ordered me to walk to him on my knees while my hands remained behind my head, taking up more of the excess slack in the chain the closer I came to him. He left about two foot of chain between his hand and the collar around my neck.

“Now that you have eaten it’s time to resume your training, follow me, hands and knees.” He tugged gently on the chain as I followed on my hands and knees to the door that was next to the room I had slept in. He pulled a set of keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door
.

Really…You call that having eaten? Whatever happened to toast and coffee?

Chapter 6: Letter X

I gasped as I peered into the room, fear welling up inside of me.

In the middle of the small room, there was a type of device. It was mostly made of wood and looked like a life size letter
“X” with restraints attached to it. To the right of that was a large black armoire, its contents hidden from view. The walls held various restraints on them as well. There was a television behind the life size X, next to it on the wall were various whips, paddles and facial hoods like the ones in that book that he had shown me. It all looked like something out of an old horror movie and I felt my knees starting to shake. He tugged on the chain for me to follow him into the room. I hesitated and he tugged on the chain hard causing me to lose my balance.

“Lesson number two
, Princess,” he said sternly as I quickly complied, entering the room on my hands and knees, with tears welling up in my eyes. “It’s not as intimidating as it all looks, my dear, trust me you have nothing to fear.”

He walked over to the large wooden device, tugging on the chain for me to follow him. My arms were weak and shaking as I complied and I felt a sudden wave of queasiness in my stomach.

“Get up, Precious.” he lifted on the chain as I stood up. “It’s a St. Andrews cross, my dear, have you not seen one before?” There was a sneering grin on his face.

I shook my head as a silent tear rolled down my cheek.

He was unfastening the restraints on the device while instructing me to put my feet in the lower restraints and to lay myself back placing my arms out along the top portions.

I sobbed as I placed myself in the horrid device watching as he quickly subdued my wrists and ankles with the leather restraints. When he was finished laying me out on this he stood in front of me in his admiration and looked at me with his arms folded across his chest. My chest was heaving as my heart started to beat faster and faster, as I tried to me mindful not to look at his face.

“You are so lovely! You have no idea what it does to me to see you like this, completely at my mercy.” He smiled as he turned to the armoire and opened it. I almost felt I should close my eyes and not look at what was inside simply for my own good. But curiosity always got the better of me and I looked to see a row of outfits, some of which looked like the outfits the girls in his book had worn. He pulled open a drawer and took something out, then shut it.

He turned back towards me and held up a mouth gag. I gasped and turned my head away shutting my eyes tightly. He walked behind the device. I listened as he slid a board from the center of the device and then guided my head back against it. He pulled the chain on my collar through a hole behind my neck, and then fastened the chain somewhere below so that I could no longer move my head forward very much. He brought the mouth gag up next to the right side of my face. I couldn’t contain myself.

 “No… please, Sir,” as my arms started to tremble.

He paused, and pulled the gag down and walked around in front of me.

“Did you have permission to speak, Princess?” he asked coyly.

“No
, Sir, but please, Sir...” I started to plead as I watched his hand come up striking me rather hard across my face. I shut my eyes tight, expecting the coming sting.

“Then
don’t
,” he said sharply and stroked my painful cheek as I started to sob more heavily.

“You have nothing to fear
, Princess. You yourself said I have been a man of my word, did you not? So please have a little faith in me.” His voice was firm and he was bringing the gag up to my face.

My arms trembled as he put the bit looking device into my mouth instructing me to lay my tongue flat against my bottom teeth. Instead of fastening the gag behind my head, he fastened it around the board that now supported my head, making it impossible to move my head. The gag tasted of hard plastic, he placed far back into the corners of my mouth,
and stretching my lips somewhat to make sure it was tight.

Then he pulled a little blindfold out of his pocket and covered my eyes. I was sobbing heavily now, my insides feeling a terrible mess as my body lay sprawled out, completely restrained
, vulnerable and shaking before him. I felt his hands caressing my body softly while he re assured me there was no reason for me to be so scared.

“Right now
, princess, your body is solely at my mercy. I have covered your eyes because I want you to feel what happens to your body but not see it. I want you to understand that your body is laid out before me for
my
pleasure and enjoyment.” He stroked my cheek and kissed my forehead.

“Remember what we’ve talked about
and try to let your mind enjoy what happens to your body. I want you to think of how it pleases me to see you like this and how it pleases me to do what I will be doing to you here today.

“In
fact, pleasing
me
is what should start shrouding your mind instead of fearing what may happen to you. You must learn to let go of yourself, Princess, and see yourself as I do, a beautiful woman who desires nothing more than to please her master. No matter what form of pleasure I so desire.

“I
understand that some things may cause you a bit of discomfort but if you focus on your discomfort pleasing me I assure you that your mind and body will soon start to take pleasure in all that I do to you and for you.” He was stroking my hair and pulling some of it from behind my neck. His words did little to comfort or reassure me, as I lay there helpless bound and gagged.

I could hear him moving about in the room and doing things. Tears started to puddle beneath the blindfold and my lips were drying out from not being able to close my mouth. I felt the device tilt, it scared me. I heard him lock it into place, putting me horizontal. I felt a light feathery touch on my stomach. It almost tickled as he trailed it up and down my body.

“Relax, Precious, and let yourself enjoy this.” He whispered softly.

My thighs tensed as he brought it up my inner thighs, and then caressed my pubic lips with it. I gasped
, drawing my breath in heavily through my nose.

“Let the feeling consume you
, my dear, and think of how it is pleasing me to see you enjoy it rather than refuse it.” He was touching me just under the rounds of my breasts, and I felt goose bumps forming on my chest, back and arms. He trailed the feather up my arms and back down. I made a little squawk as he reached my armpits and my body lurched to the ticklish touch.

Then the feather was gone and I felt his hands going over all the same areas that he had just caressed with the feather. His touch was warm and his hands smooth as he pressed his fingers into my breasts, fondling them. I gasped when I felt his mouth on my nipple.

He sucked it softly at first and then a bit harder while his hand roamed to my lower regions, his fingers softly petting my pubic lips. The tingling sensation started to fill my entire body and I couldn’t help but start to relax. He kissed my cheek and then moved away from me. I heard him doing something but I couldn’t identify what.

I soon felt his hands on my hips and then his thumbs in the creases of my thighs rubbing the soft silky skin there. Gradually he moved his thumbs to my pubic mound and started to massage my lips, lightly at first and then using more pressure.

I groaned softly trying to allow myself the pleasure of his touch. I could hear his body moving closely between my legs, I felt his breath on my sex and soon his mouth enveloped my lips, sucking on them and pulling them between his lips. I groaned again slightly louder as my hips bucked up slowly wanting him to continue.

My arms instinctively pulled at the restraints as his tongue flitted over and around my sensitive clit. My breathing becoming more erratic as I felt him probe my pussy with what felt like a phallus while he sucked my clit and pulled on it softly with his teeth.
  He moved it slow and deep within me while his mouth sucked and nibbled the surrounding area. How was he always able to do this to me? One moment he makes me cry and the next he turns me on so feverishly, bringing out a lust in me that scares me to understand
.

 
I could hear my wetness enveloping the phallus as he worked it in and out of me along with my short squawky moans and mild contortions. His mouth left and I groaned in protest, feeling one of his hands resting on my thigh as he continued to probe me. Just as my g spot started to bulb up and begin to swell, he removed the phallus. I groaned loudly in protest and bit down on the gag.

 
I heard him fumbling with something between my legs and it killed me not knowing what he was doing. My clit was engorged and throbbing, begging for his mouth or his finger. Any touch in fact.
If he wanted me to free my mind and enjoy this, why did he stop?

 
The soft wisps of air brushing past the wetness only made it throb more, causing me to pull at one of the ankle restraints. My body was warm and I knew my skin was flushed.

“Good girl,” he said softly, standing between my thighs. He touched the slimy wetness between my thighs and my body writhed for his touch. He drove his fingers sensually into my pussy and worked them in and out a few times, as I whimpered and moaned. Then he pulled them out and smeared my arousal juices to my anus.

My body jolted harshly as it had in the bathtub earlier and I fought at the restraints to pull my legs together even though I knew it was useless to try. My thighs began to quiver as he taunted my ass with his fingertip. I let out a shrill squawk as he inserted just the tip of his finger into me. Every part of my body tightened, including my ass around his finger. I held my breath, hoping he would stop.

I could hear his breath change as he probed my ass slowly, sliding his finger in just a little deeper. I tried to arch my back in an attempt to pull away from this. He
hushed me softly and told me to just relax as he pulled his finger out. I let my breath out in a sigh.

“You’re not going to like what’s about to come next
, Princess, but it is important that you relax.” His hands were softly combing my thighs as fear well up inside of me once again. I felt his finger probe back into my ass, this time with a glove and some obvious lubricant present. I squealed as my body thrashed to the best of my ability under the restraints.

“Hush now
. This isn’t going to hurt like you think it is,” he assured me, his voice soft and tender. He softly stroked my left inner thigh, his finger probing deeper into my ass until I felt his knuckle against it. I held my breath feeling his finger stretching from side to side. As much as I wanted to relax, it was my body’s natural reaction to want to dispel his finger.

I squeezed my eyes shut, even under the blindfold.
  This was far more degrading than anything he had put me through thus far, and the tears were running from beneath the blindfold as I tried to withhold my sobs. My muscles reacted on their own tensing up around his finger. “Mm…precious,” he muttered softly.

My body lurched again as I felt something very small but foreign being pushed up my ass alongside of his finger. Then he pulled his finger slowly from me. The feeling was so unnatural. “You’re going to feel some liquid now
, my dear. It is merely some warm water and a tad bit of soap. I need you to hold this in you until I tell you relax and let it out.”

I felt the warm wet intrusion even before he finished speaking, taking a stark deep breath through my nose, my ass squeezed tight around the tiny probe. I groaned and sobbed, my thighs trembling horribly as the infiltration of liquid kept filling me. I pulled harshly on the restraints on my wrists wanting desperately to cover my face and get this bit out of my mouth.
Oh this is horrid. Why is he doing this to me, why, why, why?

“Stop it. This
will be over before you know it.” He softly caressed my stomach for a moment and then told me to relax and let the liquid go. It felt horrible as I relaxed and the liquid expelled from my asshole.
Where was it going?

“Once more now
, precious…hold it,” he said, as I felt the water probing and filling my anal cavity again. “Embrace the humility, precious. Think of how much enjoyment I am getting as I watch your body react and do as told.

“Think
of how beautiful you look to me as I watch your breast rise and fall in your anguish. Your nipples are hard and I bet you can’t even tell.” I felt his fingers pull open my pussy lips and I contracted my muscles even more. “Your soft pink pussy is glistening with arousal for me, my dear.” He brushed his thumb over the hood of my clit.

Beautiful…you’ve got to be kidding me? He
really is a sick bastard. Oh, I think I’d rather be licking his shoe!

“Let it go now
, princess.” He pulled the tiny probe slowly from my ass as the water flowed past it. I let out a long sigh of relief as the water and the probe left my body.

I relaxed some as I listened to him move about the room.
What did he enjoy about that?
I wanted to know what he was doing. I wanted to see. I could hear him near the wall moving things around.
Oh god, what’s coming next and can it possibly get any worse?